Die In California

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Rook's POV:

The day of Devyn's surgery quickly came around, and I think I was more anxious than her! Though I'd never show it, of course. She seemed to have pushed it out of her mind, or at least she led us to believe that, while it was all I could think about. I was nervous about the surgery, for obvious reasons - what if it went wrong? What if she didn't like it? What if they didn't do it right? What if something happens? What if she goes into cardiac arrest and dies?

But I was also nervous about after the surgery; I had no idea what Devyn would be like afterwards. Sure, I was excited to see what she's like all doped up on anaesthetics, high as fuck. But I was also scared of what she'd be like when she finally came round and realised what was going on around her. What if she really didn't like it and it made her worse? Would she go back to her old ways? Or would she finally be Devyn Joanna Carter again?

And worst of all, I didn't like how we'd be leaving so soon after her surgery. I had half a mind to fight to stay, just like I did last time she was in hospital, but I knew I wouldn't get away with it this time. Firstly, Ash and Kells would be on my ass almost instantly. Ash would probably drag me from the hospital all the way to Europe by my ear - I wouldn't put it past her.

Secondly, this time Devyn would be awake to give me hell too, and god no one ever survived her wrath. If I'd learnt anything from dating Devyn, it would be that you should never, ever, cross her or those she considers family. Expect to be digging your own grave, dawg.

I knew that I had to leave her two days after her surgery to go to Germany, and I knew that Kells had invited Mod and Dub to stay over, but it still didn't sit right with me. "Bro, get over it. It's, what, 17 days max. She'll be fine. Mod will be here to look after her, and we'll keep in touch with her." Kells tried to reassure me. He knew me well, so knew that I was worried about leaving Devyn. It would be all I thought about, even on stage. But I nodded along, not letting it show how deeply worried I really was. No one but me needed to know that.

"Where is this girl?" Kells grumbled to himself as we all continued packing. We were waiting for Devyn to wake up, but as it got closer to her surgery, and she still wasn't up, it seemed more likely that we'd have to wake her up. That should be fun. Another thing you shouldn't ever do - wake Devyn up. That was why I volunteered Kells as tribute. Served him right anyway for making me leave her so soon after her surgery.

He shook his head and continued to grumble to himself as he stomped up the stairs, probably trying to be as loud as he could in hopes that she'd get woken up by the noise instead. But it didn't work. "Devyn, you up?" Kells yelled as he rolled his suitcase out of his bedroom and over to the top of the stairs, no doubt creating a tripping hazard for someone. When he received no response, I laughed and gave him a look that told him to go in and face the music, while I leaned against the wall of the hallway with my arms crossed over my chest and a smirk on my face.

"Alright, you've left me no choice." I heard Kells sigh as he opened Devyn's bedroom door, before he took a deep breath and flung himself at her bed, landing straight on top of her with a grunt. She groaned underneath him, wriggling around to try and push him off her, but to no avail. She was stuck there. It was honestly amusing to watch - her arms and legs wriggling as she started mouthing off at him, while Kells was in fits of laughter on top of her, deciding to stay there to annoy her further. Probably something he shouldn't have done, but it was funny at the time.

Kells finally climbed off her, to receive a pillow to the head from Devyn as she flipped him off and shouted at him to get out of her bedroom. "Time to go, motherfucker." Kells announced with a wide smile as he walked out of her bedroom with his head held high, as if he hadn't just been threatened to have his balls chopped off and fed to him by Dev. I shook my head and laughed, following him downstairs with our collection of suitcases and bags.